To babble and you don’t
Remember me anymore
Will we face a further friendship
Than we ever faced before
Will we cling together and hover
At the brink of something fuller
Which only the body can bestow
When you have left it
Just a body lying on a bed
And the final funny thing
In the end
Is that we just go on talking
All through the hard time
You were being born
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